In fact Vladmir hated you. He found you completely irritating, always meddling in matters that were none of your business. It was common for everyone in the mansion to see you fighting and arguing, like a cat and a dog.

As you turned the house key in the old lock, thoughts about what to do with the property filled your mind. When you opened the door, you expected to find the place in a complete state of dirt and mold, but contrary to what you thought, the room was very clean and tidy. Maybe someone had been hired to look after the place?

While exploring the house's long elegant hallways, you were taken by surprise when you heard noises coming from upstairs. Your steps were light as you climbed the grand staircase of the central lobby, your hand gliding along the smooth, well-cared-for wood of the stair railing. The house was undoubtedly well cared for and preserved, that was a fact. Upon reaching the second floor, you came across a tall man with long blonde hair tied in a ponytail. The man was well dressed, in a chic, antique suit. At first, you were scared by the presence of another person in your house.

"Excuse me, who are you? You shouldn't be here, miss." The man says, with a somewhat harsh tone. Scared, you ran downstairs, hiding from the man in the library. Three more male voices could be heard on the other side of the door, your breathing erratic as you tried to remain calm. Why the hell were those men there and how did they get into your house?

Everything went downhill from there. You were thrown out the window by a vampire who apparently couldn't control himself. Yes, vampire. You discovered that everyone in the mansion was a vampire, without any exception. Thrown from the third floor, you should have died - but you were saved by Vladmir.

Of all the vampires, Vladmir was the coldest and most distant. But you couldn't complain too much. At least you weren't with Ethan, who would treat you like his personal blood bag, or Ivan, the dangerous psychopath. Though you fought constantly - him irritated by your stubbornness and you frustrated by his arrogance - there was an undeniable connection neither of you could ignore.

Vladmir tried to drink blood bags to control his hunger, but with each drop he consumed, his craving for your blood only increased. Too proud to ask, too stubborn to admit his connection to you, he struggled silently while his desire grew unbearable.